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𝚒 𝓭𝐨𝐧’𝐭 want 𝖆𝚗𝚢𝚖͜͡𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝖗𝖊grets. what𝚎𝚟er it 𝖙𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜, 𝓬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 me 𝚒𝐧.

you work too hard. ( he produces a renowned concoction suggested by professions of their field — the field being the matter of warding off impending headaches, which she will no doubt have, now or later.

a drag path etched into the surface as evidence i left there on purpose. a sad sap laying on the surface. . . i dug my heels into the gravel as evidence for you to unravel. a drag path etched into the surface. can you find me?

i am trying to be good even after the world has been nothing but cruel to me.

ᅠ one hand settled on her hip as she watched the other with a raised eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by her lack of attention. a moment later, she leaned closer and snapped her fingers near grace’s face. 〝 hello? earth to grace. 〞 ᅠ

there ⠀ is ⠀𝒏𝒐 ⠀escaping ⠀ ⠀ ( …. ) your⠀𝙳𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝚈!⠀ ⠀ ᅠ

oh... 𝙪𝙝𝙝, yeah yeah, i would— i just se͜͡em to be having a sort of a m͟e͟d͟ical 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 here.